This chapter is 100% smut and has nothing to do with the plot line

Sry bout that

Anyway enjoy and lemme know what you think.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any of its characters.

I CARE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

I like to spoon, call me a sissy, or whatever the fuck you want. Spooning is the mark of a good confident lover. That's right, now you all wish you had a boyfriend like me eh?

I woke up pretty early the next morning much to my dismay. So being the romantic I am I just pulled my adorable little lover closer to me, breathing in his sent, something I had missed greatly. Just living the moment, then he spoke and the moment ended.

"It's hard to sleep with that thing poking me" actually the moment shattered. What can I say it had been awhile and masturbation just doesn't cut it. There was no 'I missed you' or ' I want that hard thing in me right now'. No it was it's hard to sleep crap! Gezz love you too. I thought bitterly, pulling away and heading to the bathroom, making sure that the blankets left his back- that I was keeping warm- uncovered. He grumbled something inaudible in response and groped around for the blanket and pulled it up over his head when he found it. I slammed the bathroom door behind me and locked it, discarding the clothing I was still wearing from the previous night I step into the shower and turn on the water. Jumping back as cold water shoots out before the warm starts to get added. I scrub my skin within an inch of its life, I wash my B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L hair and then move on the start to work on that "thing" as Ulquiorra had so blatantly called it. My hand still slippery form shampoo I grasp the shaft moaning at the warmth. I start a slow rhythm, the cascading water falling from my wet hair and shower making the experience much different than usual. I groan as I finger my slit feeling the sticky bead of pre-come oozing out. I unconsciously thrust into my hand to get more, knowing that only a door separates me form a hot little emo, turns me on even more. I start to get very vocal, hoping that chance will have him hear and want to join. I start to groan, moan and pant, his name falling from my lips every time. Soon it becomes too much and I feel my stomach muscles clench as I release my seep against a shower wall, disappointed it wasn't in a certain someone.

Trying to steady my breathing from my high, I hear it. The knocking. I glance over at the door, the rapping continuing only more urgent. I cross over to it.

"Grimmy, please open up. I need-" I open the door successfully cutting him off.

"Sorry babe, the bathrooms all yours. If you had to go to pee that bad you should've told me before I went in" I played ignorant to his true intentions which weren't hard to guess based on the blush on his face and the tent in his pants. I'm glad he heard and decided to get his ass out of bed. And of course to torture him even more I didn't bother to grab a towel before I came out. Walking in my birthday suit over to my dresser I began to pull on some boxers and my uniform that is mandatory to wear inside the mansion –insert eye roll here- it was fucking ridiculous if you ask me. I uniform at home not even the military's that bad.

"What are you doing?" I heard him ask in his trademark monotone voice. I turn around to face him seeing he has once again regained his composure.

"What's it look like?" I asked pulling on my jacket.

'You're supposed to be taking that off; I still want my good fucking." He said himself stripping down and crawling onto the bed. Propping himself up against the headboard of the bed. He started to fist his erection and suck on his fingers. With a satisfying pop he removes them spreads his legs and started to pump one digit in and out, groaning. Now what type of a man would I be if I didn't accept an invitation like that?

I pulled his fingers out and pushed him back on the bed using my body. I kiss him gently at first but it soon becomes more passionate and raw. How I've missed his lips. We slide further down in the bed frantically freeing each other of clothing, gasping and panting heavily. I can feel his excitement pulsing against my stomach, and I'm sure he can feel mine against his leg. We don't bother saying anything, we both know words would just ruin what we have going here. Instead we say everything we need to in lustful gazes and erotic moans. His small hips start to thrust up into me looking for some much needed friction. I lock my lips below his chin and he arches his neck to give me better access. I leave a sore, pulsing red mark in my wake and move further down. Leaving similar makers of what is mine.

I feel small strong hand s pull at my locks begging for more. I can tell he's anxious to get to the main event. For once I have no need to rush things. I let my fingers ghost over his flat toned stomach, thumb tracing the curve of his protruding hip. He groans my name, voice full of lust and impatience. My mouth follows the path my hands had before, only sidetracking to take in an erect rosy nipple. His hands clench my hair harder, only spurring on my mouth. He gasps his back arching and head pushing against the pillows. I continue down his abdomen, dipping my tongue into his navel, which rewards me with a pleasure filled chuckle as it tickles his sensitive spot. I can't help but smile into his stomach, hearing his laugh always fills me with inexplicable joy.

I travel lower so I am eye to head with his weeping erection. Teasingly I blow across the leaking tip enjoying the mews of protest I receive. I gently kiss the top, relishing in the taste that can only be described as his. His hips buck in impatience and I am done teasing him, I take the head in my mouth hollowing out my cheeks to drive him crazy. It works. He is coming completely undone. A hand that is not holding down his hips goes to cradle his sac and massage it with calloused fingers. The body beneath me loves the attention. His grip on my hair grows tighter as I feel his muscles clench. He releases in my mouth, my name slipping off his lips as he screams out in ecstasy. He rides out his orgasm back arched and tense, as I drink in everything he has to offer. His body falls back on the bed as he pants trying to catch his breath, eyes closing in pleasure.

Using the distraction I quickly get up and grab the bag I had brought from the adult store. I strut over to the night side table and grab a bottle of lube and my other little special surprise. I pull the leather handcuffs out and wrap them around an exhausted uke. His face lights up with rage as he realizes what I've done. This wasn't going to be the vanilla sex he was hoping for. I spread an ample amount of lube on my fingers and pick up where he left off earlier. His glare diminished greatly at this act and eventually he was thrusting back on my fingers trying to drive them deeper. This leads me to do what I do next, I flip the small frame over so his butt is pushed up into the air and his bonded hands and head resting on the pillows. I grab a sting of anal beads that is connected to a black fluffy tail. I insert bead by bead, taking my time, my finger teasingly pushing past the tight ring of muscles with each bead I add. By now he is glancing back at me a pleading look in his eyes.

"Grim…" he moans confused. It takes every fiber of my being not to slam into his tight heat right then and there, knowing this is scramble to grab the head piece. I pull on a black head band adorned by black fuzzy ears to match the tail, successfully pulling the hair out of his face, so I can see everything, even those micro expressions I wouldn't catch regardless. His eyebrows arch in an expression I don't recognize, buts it's enough to push me over the edge. Without really knowing what I'm doing myself I thrust into him in one powerful jerk. He screams in a mix of pain and wonderful pleasure. Felling guilty I waste no time in finding his sweet spot. Having memorized where it was when I found it before. I hit the spot with an erotic consistency that drives the smaller man crazy. His screams of pleasure fill the room and I'm sure the hall outside. We don't last long, both of us missing the sensation far too much. He comes hard I follow suit, my hand never having to venture to his cock. We stay connected in that position for a long time, catching our breath. I pull out removing the tail along with my limp member, and collapse on the bed. Ulquiorra does likewise struggling to get under the sheets, intent on going back to sleep. I help and get under as well. He cuddles and rests his head on my naked chest. His ears tickling my nipple, and I start to react in turn.

"You can take those off now." I say as I help him out of the handcuffs, he looks at me dead in the eye, something sinister shining in his. He rubs his head so his ears tease my nipple even more, earning him a feral growl.

"You're the one who wanted me to wear these so bad, no you have to put up with the consequences." He smirks. I glare at him, bringing up the discarded tail and inserting it back into his entrance in retaliation.

"I was never good at that part."

The next day I wake up to see him ruffling through the bag of goodies. I didn't get to use any others the day before, I was too preoccupied with fucking his little ass that the thought didn't cross my mind till we were completely spend with having done it for hours straight all day. He set aside the tail and ears and a few dvd's he took a liking too. Then he stuffs the rest in the bag and heads to the door.

"Where you going with that?" I ask tired eyes watching his every move. He glances back at me and then in turn at the bag.

"To give a gift to Starrk, I'm sure he'll put some good use to it in the near future." And just like that he left, leaving me alone to think of just how Starrk was going to use them.

It gave me shivers.